This tour is for author Beverly Taylor
In 140 words or less, tell readers about Beverly Taylor.
Thank you, Yasmin, for the invitation. I am very happy to be here. I was brought up in a Christian-family environment and received the baptism of the Holy Spirit at the age of 16. I didn’t know Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior until my early 30s. I have two wonderful children and two adorable grandbambinas. I live in metro Atlanta. I am a licensed counselor/therapist and the founder of Chastity House, a residential facility for disadvantaged teen girls. Our goal is that they are positioned and equipped to one day have a successful career, spiritual enrichment, healthy marriage and family relationships.
Carson glared at her face and expelled a long breath as though taking time out to get a grip. “Kat, what’s wrong with you lately? Every time I leave the house, you put me through a royal grilling.”
“Because you’re leaving the house more often and you stay for long periods that you can’t or won’t account for.”
“Account for? What, I’m not an adult? I’m not allowed to come and go of my own free will? I have to check in with you if I decide to stop for a Pepsi with a coworker? When I need to take a leak, shall I call you first and ask permission?”
“It won’t work, Carson,” Katharine responded, keeping her composure but matching the bite in his voice. “I’m not going to let you turn the tables and make me feel bad for asking why you were out all night.”
She moved in slow motion to the dresser drawer and nervously pulled out the porno magazines, extending them to him. “What are you doing with these? And especially in our house!”
He looked as dumbfounded as she’d felt a few hours earlier when she’d discovered the despicable magazines.
He gaped at her for several seconds before managing to articulate a startled, “Kat?” He sounded as if his throat had constricted, as though every blood vessel leading from his heart had converged there. He was struggling to breathe and staring into nothing.
Katharine allowed herself to look at his face only once, but he must have felt her eyes on him because he focused on her sharply.
She continued to hold the girlie magazines at arm’s length. “I found them in the linen closet, on the bookshelf, in the laundry room, and under the mattress. Do I need to continue to play hide-and-seek? Are there any more?”
Carson snatched them from her hand. “What were you doing looking there in the first place? To see what you could find to hold against me for not coming home last night?”
Katharine rolled her eyes. “What if the children had found those magazines?"
“I was careful about that.”
“You’re careful to conceal it the way a drug addict hides his stash or the alcoholic keeps a hidden bottle in case of an emergency.”
“Oh, come on. Give me a break.” His contrition was obviously dissipating.
Katharine evaluated the situation. “If you’re a sex addict, you need to get help to combat it.”
“Sex addict?” He snorted. “Can’t you hear how absurd that sounds?” He paused for a moment and then said more calmly, “I may sneak a peek every now and then, but these magazines aren’t just photo collections. They offer some good articles on world events and sporting news.”
She stood facing him with her arms folded and her jaws clenched.
“So now you think I’m some kind of pervert, huh?” he retorted, raising his brows.
“I don’t know what you are, anymore, Carson, but I do know you owe me an explanation for your whereabouts last night and for having that filth in my home!”
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I’ve fallen out of love with you. I don’t want to be with you anymore. Carson O’Connor tried to prevent those words from invading his consciousness. Deep inside, he still loved Katharine, but the sparks, the flame, the fluttering heartbeats had vanished and left no forwarding address.
He really was fond of Katharine, but her drab appearance had him less than interested these days. It had stifled the passion she’d once aroused in him. She was boring and he needed some fun and excitement in his life that she no longer provided.
Too many times, his relationship with Cindy had separated him from his better judgment. But what was he supposed to do, survive only on the sterile, uninspired sex of his marriage? He knew Katharine felt responsible for his loss of interest, but her efforts to rekindle the spark left him cold.
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